[Lavinia's Pov]
Today I woke up feeling warm.
And not just the sleepy-warm that comes from my big, cozy bed with all my favorite fluffy pillows. No, this was a different kind of warm—like sunshine and magic and something sweet that tickled the tip of my nose.
It made my toes wiggle under the blankets this morning. I feel something special.
Now here I was already sitting in front of the mirror, swinging my legs while Nanny brushed my hair with that special comb that didn't hurt. My hair was being extra grumpy today—just like me.
I wasn't happy. Not really. Not yet.
But… I had a feeling. That tingly feeling. The kind you get when you're about to meet someone extraordinary. Like a hero from a storybook or a fairy who grants wishes.
Today, I was going to meet an elf.
A real elf who is also my grandfather.
The ones with pointy ears and sparkly eyes. The ones from fairy tales. The ones who live in forests and talk to trees and ride sparkly deer or something.
